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Push and Pull 6
Title: Don't Forget Your Hat
Fandom: Movie
Pairing: Chas/Balthazar, Chas/Constantine, Constantine/Balthazar
Previous: http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=kat8cha&keyword=Constantine&filter=all
Author's Notes: Err... again- no idea ab. his mother, give me poetic license please. Watch out for cursing. Short bc I am BLOODY HOT!!! And can't sleep. Chas doesn't kick ass yet... but eventually!
Feedback: Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!!!! I crave it- like a cool shower!
Summary: We meet Chas' mother, Chas starts making a plan, and John says sorry.
“You no good motherfucking bitch!” Chas ducked another thrown bottle and idly wondered who was going to clean up all the broken glass because he sure as hell wasn’t. Coming home to pick up his stuff and get a change of clothes had led him into a confrontation with his mother, who was now lobbing any available can or bottle at his head.
And since no one had bothered cleaning up his mothers mess since Chas had started staying at Constantine’s that was a LOT of ammunition.
“Why aren’t you with your pimp? Little whore! Came crawling back to your Ma now huh? What being fucked up the ass wasn’t good enough for you? Well that’s too bad! Go back to your fucking fucker! I don’t ever want to see you again!” Ducking another half full can Chas finally made it to the hallway past the kitchen. He sincerely doubted that his mother would leave the kitchen to chase after him, so he had time to grab some clothes to replace the bag he had left at Constantine’s. Damn John for taking away his place of refuge. As he chucked clothes into his bag Chas also made sure to grab any money he had stored here. Looking around his room his eyes caught on a box, a box he knew was full of information on demons and the occult. Ignoring it Chas grabbed his carry sack and left, walking back past his mother whose angry fit had left her exhausted and slumped in her chair.
Grumbling Chas headed for the gyms intent on using the showers before he started exercising. The gym knew him, he’d heard comments about how he didn’t pay for the privilege of using it, but the owner’s daughter had been saved by Constantine and knew that Chas associated with him.
So Chas got to use the showers, equipment and lockers without paying. Whoo. Hoo.
After showering and changing into some cleaner clothes he tossed the dirty, smelly, stained clothes into the bag. Chas knew he’d need to wash them eventually but he ignored that in order to head out to the library. He’d need access to computers to search for someone looking for someone to share an apartment with. Plus the library had always felt comfortable to Chas, giving him a sense of security surrounded by the tall shelves of musty old books. Taking a walk down the shelves that housed the occult books Chas lightly trailed his fingers over them. He knew that he and John’s relationship had changed and so he would probably never end up helping out with an exorcism but with all the trouble Chas had been having with Balthazar maybe… maybe one of these books would have something that could at least keep the demon out of a room. A seal or something.
“Try that book by Yaldoo, she’s got some good cantrips.” A familiar voice came from the end of the aisle and Chas froze before turning. John stood there, shifting nervously on his feet and looking more hung over then usual. Chas opened his mouth but before he could speak Constantine rushed in, not wishing to be rejected flat out. “Listen Chas, I- I’m sorry and I know that doesn’t make up for it. If you don’t want to have anything to do with me I’m cool with that, but if you ever need help or want to start over… you know where I live.” And then Constantine was gone leaving a shell shocked teenager with his hand on a half pulled out magic book and a mouth opening and closing like a fish. John Constantine had said he was sorry. John CONSTANTINE had apologized!
“Wow.” Chas murmured to himself turning away in a daze.
“Did you tell him you got kicked out of your house?” Balthazar’s smooth urbane voice flowed from the other end of the aisle and Chas found himself clutching his book like a safety blanket.
“Go away.” Chas took a deep breath and was glad that his voice was steady when he said that, but Balthazar merely smirked.
“No.”
Fandom: Movie
Pairing: Chas/Balthazar, Chas/Constantine, Constantine/Balthazar
Previous: http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=kat8cha&keyword=Constantine&filter=all
Author's Notes: Err... again- no idea ab. his mother, give me poetic license please. Watch out for cursing. Short bc I am BLOODY HOT!!! And can't sleep. Chas doesn't kick ass yet... but eventually!
Feedback: Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!!!! I crave it- like a cool shower!
Summary: We meet Chas' mother, Chas starts making a plan, and John says sorry.
“You no good motherfucking bitch!” Chas ducked another thrown bottle and idly wondered who was going to clean up all the broken glass because he sure as hell wasn’t. Coming home to pick up his stuff and get a change of clothes had led him into a confrontation with his mother, who was now lobbing any available can or bottle at his head.
And since no one had bothered cleaning up his mothers mess since Chas had started staying at Constantine’s that was a LOT of ammunition.
“Why aren’t you with your pimp? Little whore! Came crawling back to your Ma now huh? What being fucked up the ass wasn’t good enough for you? Well that’s too bad! Go back to your fucking fucker! I don’t ever want to see you again!” Ducking another half full can Chas finally made it to the hallway past the kitchen. He sincerely doubted that his mother would leave the kitchen to chase after him, so he had time to grab some clothes to replace the bag he had left at Constantine’s. Damn John for taking away his place of refuge. As he chucked clothes into his bag Chas also made sure to grab any money he had stored here. Looking around his room his eyes caught on a box, a box he knew was full of information on demons and the occult. Ignoring it Chas grabbed his carry sack and left, walking back past his mother whose angry fit had left her exhausted and slumped in her chair.
Grumbling Chas headed for the gyms intent on using the showers before he started exercising. The gym knew him, he’d heard comments about how he didn’t pay for the privilege of using it, but the owner’s daughter had been saved by Constantine and knew that Chas associated with him.
So Chas got to use the showers, equipment and lockers without paying. Whoo. Hoo.
After showering and changing into some cleaner clothes he tossed the dirty, smelly, stained clothes into the bag. Chas knew he’d need to wash them eventually but he ignored that in order to head out to the library. He’d need access to computers to search for someone looking for someone to share an apartment with. Plus the library had always felt comfortable to Chas, giving him a sense of security surrounded by the tall shelves of musty old books. Taking a walk down the shelves that housed the occult books Chas lightly trailed his fingers over them. He knew that he and John’s relationship had changed and so he would probably never end up helping out with an exorcism but with all the trouble Chas had been having with Balthazar maybe… maybe one of these books would have something that could at least keep the demon out of a room. A seal or something.
“Try that book by Yaldoo, she’s got some good cantrips.” A familiar voice came from the end of the aisle and Chas froze before turning. John stood there, shifting nervously on his feet and looking more hung over then usual. Chas opened his mouth but before he could speak Constantine rushed in, not wishing to be rejected flat out. “Listen Chas, I- I’m sorry and I know that doesn’t make up for it. If you don’t want to have anything to do with me I’m cool with that, but if you ever need help or want to start over… you know where I live.” And then Constantine was gone leaving a shell shocked teenager with his hand on a half pulled out magic book and a mouth opening and closing like a fish. John Constantine had said he was sorry. John CONSTANTINE had apologized!
“Wow.” Chas murmured to himself turning away in a daze.
“Did you tell him you got kicked out of your house?” Balthazar’s smooth urbane voice flowed from the other end of the aisle and Chas found himself clutching his book like a safety blanket.
“Go away.” Chas took a deep breath and was glad that his voice was steady when he said that, but Balthazar merely smirked.
“No.”